Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Smog,
UT,
MDC,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.